How does something like that just happen? Planets don't just mostly die like that without something horrible happening.
[She's not going to like this answer, she knows she won't. Aerith is already having to shove the loss of Gaia into a box in a dark corner of her mind where she shoves all her hurts to deal with later. Much later. The sort of later that borders on Never which she knows isn't healthy but how else is she supposed to make sense of the world?
A flicker of a frown crosses her features and she presses a hand to her forehead. Blinding light, like a wave crashing against the shore but too large, too much, cresting higher than the highest buildings, ready to wash everything away before it goes solid.
A wall of glittering, blinding crystal that leaves shimmering clouds to choke the skies.
The shudder grips her before she can stop it and her hand falls, her gaze distant even as she blinks owlishly at him.]
Well how was I supposed to know? It's not like you told me otherwise, silly! But if you're not from here then where did you come from? I'd ask how but somehow I feel like it's a little obvious with how easy you make everything look. But really, you look like you haven't had a proper sleep in ages. Have you?
[Worry creeps into her gaze as she comes fully back to herself, studying his face with a surprisingly intense look. Peering up at him, she takes in the slope of his shoulders and the sharp shadows of his features. There's something almost uncanny in the way she meets his gaze, then.]
When was the last time you had a decent night's sleep and a good meal? Do you even remember anymore?
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[She's not going to like this answer, she knows she won't. Aerith is already having to shove the loss of Gaia into a box in a dark corner of her mind where she shoves all her hurts to deal with later. Much later. The sort of later that borders on Never which she knows isn't healthy but how else is she supposed to make sense of the world?
A flicker of a frown crosses her features and she presses a hand to her forehead. Blinding light, like a wave crashing against the shore but too large, too much, cresting higher than the highest buildings, ready to wash everything away before it goes solid.
A wall of glittering, blinding crystal that leaves shimmering clouds to choke the skies.
The shudder grips her before she can stop it and her hand falls, her gaze distant even as she blinks owlishly at him.]
Well how was I supposed to know? It's not like you told me otherwise, silly! But if you're not from here then where did you come from? I'd ask how but somehow I feel like it's a little obvious with how easy you make everything look. But really, you look like you haven't had a proper sleep in ages. Have you?
[Worry creeps into her gaze as she comes fully back to herself, studying his face with a surprisingly intense look. Peering up at him, she takes in the slope of his shoulders and the sharp shadows of his features. There's something almost uncanny in the way she meets his gaze, then.]
When was the last time you had a decent night's sleep and a good meal? Do you even remember anymore?